Poetry

Nothing else

I don’t care

About my job;

I don’t mind

Leaving this place;

It doesn’t matter

That you want to go across the country.

All of it

Mean nothing

As long as you and I

Are together

To wake up in each other’s arms

To have breakfast together

To have fights over small things

To make up later with love

To make love

To fall asleep in each other’s arms.

As long as we

Don’t have to dream at night

About being together.

As long as we

Are living the dream.

No, none of it

Matters at all.

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